Michael Be Reading

“Mr. Parnassus?” Rowder asked sweetly. “Would you care to respond to these allegations?” “Allegations,” Arthur repeated. “Yes. About the children. Are you training them?” “Beg pardon, but I think you meant to use the word ‘raising.’” “But that’s not what I said, is it?” Rowder said, smiling once more. “Again, are you training them?” “For what? Life? To be good people? To show love and acceptance even in the face of institutionalized bigotry? If that’s what you mean, then yes. I’m training them.” Sallow shifted uncomfortably. “I think what she’s asking is if you’re training these children to go to war for you.” “I wouldn’t dream of going to war with any of you,” Arthur said mildly. “It would be a battle of wits for which you are wholly unarmed.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea